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Author Topic: Event How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event  (Read 1817 times)

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How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« on: April 07, 2018, 12:56:57 PM »

After the announcement and a brief breakfast, Brigan returned to the Healer Hall. He did not look hurried exactly, because he never did—looking hounded or ragged simply wasn’t in his nature—but his eating of his meal had been quick, efficient. He was not a man who wasted times at the best of them, and certainly not now.

Nor had he gone to the Weyrleadership lightly. By and large, they left the Healer Hall alone to run itself as the Masters saw fit. Allied as they had been during the Pass, any political maneuvering had died along with Brigan’s predecessor. That sort of thing was best left to the Harpers, he’d always felt—harkening back to the days before the Ninth when their Hall had done exactly that. Healers were meant to be the ultimate neutral party, as Brigan saw it, treating both Weyr and Hold indiscriminately and thus keeping out of any more entangling affairs.

So the relationship between the Craftmaster and the Weyrleadership was one of neutral, quiet respect. When he went to them with a concern, it was a rare enough thing that they knew well enough to listen.

The Healer Hall, as he stepped into it, was a buzz of activity, though his fellow Crafters parted in his wake almost subconsciously as he moved through their ranks. With suspect patients now dutifully filing in, the place was only going to get busier. Those dragon riders who had felt ill enough had already been screened and processed. Now, though, everyone else in the Weyr would be showing up at their doors.

It was going to be a long week.

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Who doesn’t like having to deal with illness? 8D Just about anyone can participate in this thread, since people from all ranks and walks of life are liable to be infected. Feel free to post with any characters you want to be ill, and/or with those who might think they are but ultimately aren’t. (Or at least not yet.) Just indicate in your post if you want them to ultimately pass the screening.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #1 on: April 09, 2018, 10:46:45 PM »
Elrethra was morbidly excited that something that actually happening in the Hall. Not that it was something she would admit out loud so readily, but it was undeniable that this outbreak of Flush Fever would be a test for all the healers. Whilst the disease only killed in certain circumstances, who knew what this island had done to this particular strain.

She supposed they were lucky enough that they didn't have threadfall to contend with as well. Riders were not immune to the disease and it could take any of them out with fatigue for sevendays after the fever itself had past. It certainly wasn't something she'd wish for herself. Constant fatigue with no way to recover other than just... wait it out? The anticipation would be torture. Especially being someone who thrived on hard work and the satisfying ache of tiredness that it would cause at the end of the day.

With Master Brigan now in the Hall, Elrethra could sense the slight straightening of all the backs of the healers. All the better to look in front of their craftmaster. Thrask too straightened, standing stiffly at attention in the corner of the Hall. He was placed to assist anyone who might have need, a healer didn't need a wher, so in Elrethra's mind, he had to be useful to all of them.

Standing slightly behind the right shoulder of the journeyman she was assisting in their screening station, Elrethra narrowed her eyes slightly as their next patient stepped forward, assessing for any of the outward signs of Flush Fever already.

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So I've written in a spot for a Healer Journeyman who has El as their assistant, and their next patient in line.
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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #2 on: April 09, 2018, 11:33:38 PM »
Tresrissa had felt the stirring of a headache that morning, but it had only been when the riders had arrived at the Mine Hall that morning, informing everyone of the Flush Fever outbreak that had convinced Tressie to head over to the Weyr for a check up at the Hall... and of course, her families insistence as well... She didn't think it was flush fever. In fact, she felt just fine. Mostly just a little annoyed at having to wait so long in a line doing nothing.

But she'd taken the opportunity to chat up a few of the people waiting for their own check up; crafters, holders, creche workers, children. It seemed like the whole Weyr were turning out to spend a morning in the Healer Hall. The sheer amount of people also waiting in line made Tresrissa think even less about her own probability of sickness. Not everyone here could be sick. Most of them had probably had a headache like her, or had eaten some bad fish a few days before. Didn't mean they had Flush Fever.

Hands laced in front of her, swaying slightly from foot to foot to keep her entertained, Tressie waited for the next Healer to be available and call her up. She opened her mouth to start a new conversation as her patience for waiting in silence wavered before snapping it shut again over the roiling taste of bile.

Tressisk's back straightened, lips curling at the unfamiliar distress emanating through their bond. Her eyes darkening in colour and whirling faster as she pressed herself against Tressie's thigh.

Nose wrinkling and lips pressed tightly together, Tressie's eyes quickly surveyed the room for the most discrete place where should could... take care of her current problem. As another heave rippled through her Tresrissa darted from the line, slipped around a privacy screen and emptied her breakfast into a bucket.

If she was any less of a lady she might have sworn.

As it stood, Tresrissa was a lady, so she cleaned herself up, straightened her skirt, and slipped back into the queue, Tressisk still tense and padding by her side.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #3 on: April 13, 2018, 11:13:22 AM »
Even though she had suffered from colds as well as the occasional and more serious virus, it had never been the kind of thing that she had been all that worried about or really sought out a remedy. Hard work and concentration had always been more than enough.

This morning, Sionann had been distracted by the throbbing pain that seemed to be centered on the left side of her eye. Tavi had refused to leave like he would normally when she was having her breakfast. Instead, he had curled up in front her and watched like some waiting predator all set to pounce.

If it had been any other circumstance than Sionann would have been amused and even entertained by it all but that wasn't the case as she simply couldn't get her head around to thinking that clearly or really at all. It was hard to even follow the words of the announcement, instead, Sionann had blinked rather blearily in the direction of the man and had to patiently replay it in her head.

Now she was in the line waiting to be seen and ...there was some woman who apparently was more worried about looks than her need if the rapid dash to go behind a privacy screen was any indication. It really wasn't the kind of thing that was helping with the sensation of rolling nausea in her own stomach diminish in any way and Sionann ended up covering her hand over her mouth. Tavi now on her shoulder, holding on but not too tightly as he tried to comfort her with a clearly worried look on his little face - at least she thought he looked worried. But that might be the way she was feeling.

"Are you alright?" she asked, looking at the other woman, not sure if the words had come out right or even if she would respond, there was something both arrogant and distance at the same time.

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Sionann is sick, nothing that means she would be dying

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #4 on: April 14, 2018, 04:02:01 AM »
Tresrissa almost breathed a sigh of relief, she wanted to prove that she was going to be fine, and she wanted to be able to pass it all off like it was nothing. In reality, Tressie hated being sick. It made her feel so weak, so out of control. But it was unlikely she'd be sick for long if her family had anything to say about it... If she had anything to say about it. Regardless, having someone who seemed to be nice trying to talk to her was more than she could have hoped for. The healer hall freaked her out.

Looking the woman up and down, Tressie replied under her breath. "If you want me to be honest? Not at all." She smiled a slightly strained smile, the feeling of nausea rising again as they took a step forward in the line. "If you'd like me to give the easy answer, then yes, I'm fine."

Tressisk pressed herself against her thigh, a calming weight and heat against her even as the wher's tension built. Her hand came down to rub reassuringly at Tressisk's jaw, murmuring soft words to her green, breathing through her nose when the bile tried to creep up her throat again.

"You sick too?" She asked, trying to keep her mind off what she was feeling right now.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #5 on: April 15, 2018, 02:56:34 AM »
Sionann stroked a hand over Tavi, more to comfort him than to reassure herself at this point, she might be past that point "It will be safe to ass-...assume that the Healers will, that's the honesty" the words were coming a little bit harder now and with some muddled up grammar and words but it would hopefully manage to make sense to the other woman.

At least that was what she was hoping for but it could end up not working out "I have better, my head..." she sighed and moved that hand from her firelizard to her forehead as she spoke, not moving her head but otherwise it would have been a shake of it as well to make the point perfectly and entirely clear even without adding her own bout of her own nausea to make an appearance and add to the overall not-good feeling that was currently bothering her so much.

"She is... umm lovely" Sionann had to say something about the wher, it seemed right to do that. Although was it? The pain in her head was making it a lot harder to think clearly or at all.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #6 on: April 16, 2018, 04:39:10 PM »
"Uh right." Tressie felt sick to her stomach, but this woman wasn't even making sense anymore. Shards, what was taking this line so long to move. It was the Hall making her feel sick, that was for sure, and this woman who looked like she might pass out at her feet now.

"Actually, she's really not all that lovely." Tresrissa said breathily, trying to avoid thinking about the sweat breaking out on cheeks and the bile in her throat. "Uh Tressisk," she said, eyeing the other woman's placement of hand on forehead, "Can you go get someone?" Tresrissa had to stop speaking to swallow heavily. "Because I'm not sure either of us are going to make it."

Tressisk's mind immediately conferred an image of Tavianna, then Notkerric, Nyc and Nealros. "Not them you silly thing. They don't know a thing about healing. A healer Tressisk, a healer."

With slightly clearer instructions, Tressisk nosed anxiously away from her handler, before pushing away and barrelling towards the nearest healer. The green was slightly less gentle than she could have been, not wanting to communicate properly with anyone else but still wanting them to come as quickly as possible. Eventually she resorted to getting behind the healer and pushing them, her head pressed up against their lower back, guiding them towards Tresrissa and the other ill woman.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #7 on: April 17, 2018, 08:50:41 AM »
There was nothing more annoying than losing a fight with your own body. He had no one to blame but himself for allowing his body to degrade to such a degree. It had hit him a couple of days prior, beginning as a dull headache and then over time strengthening to a forceful throb. He’d tried to ignore it at first and just continue on with his daily routine without a word to anyone. By the second day, the hammering headache had convinced him to try and spend some time relaxing in the baths. His sister found him a candlemark later passed out.

He’d remained in bed the rest of the day and into the next, until he got up to get some fresh air and overheard that riders had arrived and were talking about some sort of fever spreading to everyone. That decided him. He would go see the Healers back at the Weyr if only to put some distance between himself and his sister so he wouldn’t be the reason for her being infected by whatever this was. And if the Healers gave him some drugs to counteract the sickness, all the better.

Unfortunately, there were so many non-riders who felt they had the disease that there was a long, winding line into the Healer Hall that moved excruciatingly slow. Perhaps he should be thankful that he only had to move forward every quarter candlemark or so, since any movement at all seemed to have his body screaming at him. He’d give anything at this point to just lay down on the floor and sleep.

Instead, he leaned heavily on Aldresk at his side, who stood firm as a rock. The large bronze’s presence usually had a calming affect on Kayn, but he seemed tense for a change. Not just acting as support, he also appeared as a thick and dangerous barrier between Aldrekayn and anyone nearby. The person in front of him had been dumb enough to try and start an conversation with him, and between Aldresk’s deep growl and Rekaysk nearly lunging at them, they quickly exited the line to who-knows-where.

The younger bronze was at his right, muzzled of course, and snapping his teeth as much as possible within the muzzle at anyone close enough to be considered a threat to the weakened Aldrekayn. He would have left Rekaysk back at the Mine Hall, but he couldn’t be sure how long he was going to be gone or possibly quarantined, and he wasn’t leaving the particularly temperamental bronze alone with his sister.

He never worried about muzzling Aldresk, considering his typically calm demeanor, but Kayn was beginning to doubt his decision not to at this point. He couldn’t be sure what Aldresk might do right now, or what that might mean for Aldrekayn if no one would treat him with these two already prepared for a fight.

The sight of someone running from the line caught his eye, and he turned his head to watch the young woman disappear behind a screen. She might be hidden, but he could hear her emptying her stomach, and the sound caused his own stomach to twist and saliva to fill his mouth. Aldrekayn clenched his jaw, forcing his body under control. He would not throw up just because someone else had done so. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead and the side of his face as he struggled with his body. Even as his fought tooth and nail internally, his face remained stoic. Anyone looking upon him would think he was fine, though further inspection would reveal the sweat that was breaking out on his face or the small red rash beginning to creep along the back of his left arm.
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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #8 on: April 17, 2018, 01:31:02 PM »
You hurt!

T'veck winced at the loud voice and pulled the pillow over his face, jamming it over his ears with a groan.

Why do you still hurt?

“Shut up.” He muttered into the bed when the voice failed to heed his pillow given request to be silent and leave him to his pounding head in peace. “Go away.” He licked his lips and pulled his head out from under the pillow, squinting at the not entirely familiar room. Healer's? Poosibly, he sort of remembers being steered in that direction. “Or go get me a drink if you want to be helpful.” His voice cracked halfway through the sentence and he tugged the covers back up his body, shivering at he rush of cold air that had tried to penetrate his blanket nest.

You should not hurt. I have told Rohbarth and Vicith and Liramyth that you hurt!

T'veck gave a faint sound of acknowledgement, wondering if the voice would remember to get his water too.

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@Any one with a dragon. T'veck came down pretty quickly and has a high fever and Baleth is rather worried and letting anyone and everyone know that his rider isn't well.
Baleth is 19 months old.
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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #9 on: April 22, 2018, 11:56:28 AM »
Like any dutiful mother, Tavianna had returned to the weyr when it seemed her daughter had fallen ill. She felt positively fine. In fact, Tavianna couldn’t recall the last time she’d actually been sick. So she didn’t clutter up the Healer Hall with yet another body. Instead, she stood in the weyrbowl with a gaggle of other concerned mothers, made soothing sounds to some of the more worried ones, and occasionally shot a glance in the healer hall’s direction. Her daughter would invariably come out, hopefully no worse for wear, and they could return home.

It was odd not having her wher at her side, but Tavianna was fine. Her daughter would be fine. Whatever the problem was, whether Tressie was actually ill or not, it’d get taken care of. Tavianna wasn’t... worried per say... but she was always cautious. As soon as the riders had arrived and it’d seemed the illness was even in the Hall, the first mention of it, Tressie had been whisked away. Tavianna wouldn’t lose her daughter to silly pride.

So she’d wait. Just to make sure. Though she was certain her daughter really was fine. Just like Tressie had insisted.

Just. Better to be safe. Only those that really knew Tavianna would notice that her jaw was clenched and her shoulders a bit stiff.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #10 on: April 22, 2018, 12:34:44 PM »
Amongst the controlled chaos, Brigan was the eye of the storm. People flocked to him for instruction, Journeymen regularly stood around to further disperse instruction, and apprentices were all quick to do as they were told. Everyone was certainly doing their best but having Brigan moving around in the Healer Hall proper and treating people certainly put things in perspective. The man was generally a monolithic figure that lived amongst the other masters, who taught and issued instructions – not someone who dealt with patients.

But today was all hands on deck. Even dragon healers were being pulled to do basic healing tasks. Check temperatures, assess progression of the illness...

When a wher pushed through the organized mess, Brigan’s hard eyes caught it and issued a quick order that the creature was cleared out with so many of the others. There was already so little space in the place for people, let alone wher.

The poor apprentice that then had to deal with Tressisk... He smiled hesitantly at Tressie, noted that she didn’t exactly look well, and said in a halting voice, “C-can you send your wher outside? Then you can come with me.” He spared a look for Sionann and smiled his best apologetic smile. “Someone will be with you, too, shortly.” Taking them both to the same quickly set up area didn’t really sound like a good idea and it certainly wasn’t protocol. Instead, it was his job to get the extra creatures out of the hall – so he’d do just that – and see to the patients. So, he gestured to the flit. “Uhm, Brigan doesn’t really... uhm, would prefer if such... if you’d send your flit away while the Hall is so full.”

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #11 on: April 23, 2018, 08:27:07 PM »
Tressisk's backed started to arch, like a cat whose hackles were raised if someone did them wrong. Her tail moved to secure itself around Tresrissa's ankle, letting her know in no uncertain terms that she was going to let this little person tell her what to do. Tresrissa on the other hand, was more than fine with taking or giving orders.

The green sensed Tressie's acceptance and started to growl at the apprentice who had obviously ordered her to leave. "Tressisk. No. Tressisk. Shut up. Get outside. Go find Tavisk or Rossk... or anyone, just get out." While most other people didn't understand the aggressive little wher, Tressisk had a special place in Tresrissa's heart, reserved for her wher and her wher only. Unfortunately, with her body starting to heat up, sweat breaking out on her forehead, and trying to keep down bile, Tresrissa didn't have time for Tressisk's overprotectiveness.

"Healer Tressisk. Healers Tressisk." She tried to reiterate when the wher hesitated again. Her face hardened. "If you don't get out they're not going to fix me." Tressisk turned, with a departing snarl at the apprentice and loped out, pushing her way through the crowd to complete her orders as quickly as possible.

Breathing in deeply through her nose, and turning back to the apprentice, Tresrissa spoke, "There, now can I have a bucket?" And a shaky but still Tressie-esque smiled appeared on her face.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #12 on: May 06, 2018, 09:37:54 AM »
If she had been less sick Sionann would have felt more motivated in her own desire to help but even though she did make the effort to turn and see about moving towards someone to help that didn't work when she felt her head starting to slowly spin and instead of helping Sionann barely managed to not collapse as the words of the healer reached her ears.

"Oh...yes, it's fine. I'm ...." she swallowed slowly and then just carefully nodded.

Sionann started to concentrate on her breathing as it was one of the ways she had used in the past when things had been threatening to overwhelm her; this was admittedly not exactly in the same vein as those other situations but at the moment there wasn't a whole lot left to accomplish "I'm ...am I seeing all of these whers - I keep seeing them all the time" she wasn't really speaking to anyone in particular but it was more a need to say something that actually made any kind of sense.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #13 on: May 31, 2018, 02:28:05 PM »
T’ghen didn’t get sick. Sure, he might have fallen prey to the occasional cold or mild fever during the winter months of his childhood, but those -- like so many things -- had passed on as he’d grown older. Eventually, he’d regarded them as the trappings of adolescence. Beyond that, he couldn’t remember ever really being ill beyond his twelfth birthday:  nor having sustained any serious injury. While he didn’t necessarily begrudge other people their illnesses, the complaining and the sheer inconvenience had always irked him.

Inconveniences were for other people.

So when he’d first developed a headache that deepened and grew over the course of a few days, his initial response had been one of annoyance. Stubbornly, he’d done his best to simply ignore it, to push it and the occasional accompanying feelings of nausea to the side. Few, on the account of not knowing him well, would have noticed that he was somewhat distracted during weyrling lessons. But Sinestath noticed, which was enough to annoy T’ghen even more.

Having someone in his head who could tell when he wasn’t being fully forthcoming, was party to any moments of what he saw as weakness, was still taking some getting used to.

They’d argued about it, ultimately, and T’ghen had put his foot down. Even when there was news among the weyrling classes that the proper Wings had riders being excused for illness, he simply refused to consider the fact that the same thing was happening to him. And even if it was, he’d argued to his dragon, it seemed to be mild. Beyond a few moments where he’d tasted bile in the back of his throat, mouth watering from it, nothing beyond the headache had seemed amiss. It was nothing to trouble the Weyrlingmasters or the Healers over. And the prospect that he might miss lessons or end up behind was simply unthinkable.

But that morning, when he hadn’t even been able to eat breakfast, Sinestath had rumbled menacingly in his head. And as Brigan made his announcement, T’ghen had felt the Black stir more aggressively. You need to go to the Healer Hall.

His first impulse, of course, had been to say no. But even T’ghen had hesitated then -- just long enough for Sinestath to seize upon it. Go. Or I’ll tell W’um.

//Fine.// It came out as a hiss. But once breakfast was dismissed, he dutifully made his way to stand in line at the Healer Hall. Benden and Aivas were smart enough to stay away, but they were agitated too when he seemed almost delirious with fever, practically swaying where he stood while he waited.

The next two patients in front of him were finally called, after the wher belonging to one of them made enough of a fuss to draw the Craftmaster’s attention.

Soon. Underneath it all, Sinestath sounded worried.

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Intending for him to be rather sick, and if he gets in trouble for not making it known that he was sick sooner, so be it. >:3

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #14 on: June 30, 2018, 02:52:38 PM »
Once Tresrissa had sent her wher away, the somewhat apologetic apprentice nodded emphatically. “You can come with me, actually…” A spot had opened up with one of the Journeymen, and he was quick to direct the woman to the next available Healer. Far better that she be tended to soon instead of vomiting in the middle of the hall. Aware that she was not doing so well, he even offered to steady her as they made their way over to the cot where patients were allowed to sit while they were seen.

As Tressie settled, that same apprentice appeared again at her elbow to hand her a bucket. And then he was gone once more, returning to the task he’d previously been assigned.

Niphredon barely acknowledged the young apprentice. Having just finished the last patient, with Elrethra aiding him, he was already on to the next. There was high color in her cheeks on top of a pallor, and the fact that she had been handed a bucket certainly indicated she was experiencing nausea as well. He would bet that this one actually had Flush Fever, rather than simply showing up with a mild but unsymptomatic headache and hypochondriac tendencies.

“Name and occupation?” The information wasn’t really pertinent, but it was the sort of thing he’d been trained to ask before he got started—both for the purposes of the Healer Hall’s records and the fact that people were more likely to listen to his instructions if he used their name.

The line in the Hall proper wasn’t diminishing any, it seemed, and Niph took the wax tablet and stylus from Elrethra as he indicated the next patient that was waiting. She was no green and untested apprentice, and the quicker they could get through those waiting meant the quicker everyone could be treated. “You should take the next one.”

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #15 on: July 03, 2018, 11:24:53 PM »
There was something familiar and strange in being here. Sionnan could remember dealing with the sick and the not-sick, but think they are sick. She also wanted very much to be on the think they're sick team but she was doubting that was going to be any kind of option particularly as her whole body just wanted nothing more to purge everything and all at once.

Sionnan was holding onto her control and calm as much as she could manage but that was really barely there and decreasing with each moment, so as she was approached to ask the questions it was with some vaguely blearily reply while she swallowed repetitively in an effort not to end up emptying her stomach out all over the Healer - that was the last thing that she could want as an outcome and having dealt with that personally, she doubted it had changed enough to become any kind of firm favourite in the turns since she had been a healer in training.

For a moment, she looked over to see where the other woman had gone. Hopefully, she was now going to be in safe hands.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #16 on: July 17, 2018, 10:31:40 PM »
"Right. Um." She took a deep breath through her nose and allowed the healer apprentice to swiftly guide her through the process. "Okay." In her illness-fogged brain, the efficiency of the young man, and the entirety of the current healer hall in general, were all just going over her head. On an ordinary day she may have enjoyed being part of the fast-paced atmosphere, but right now all she wanted to do was crawl in bed with Tressisk and pretend that none of this was happening.

What was the point of being at the Weyr if she couldn't even hang out with the friends she'd made on this side of the mountain? She wanted to see that cute red rider, whose names annoyingly escaped her as she tried to swallow back another wretch. And the kitchen girl she'd met just last week, and... and... and...

The harshfaced man that was now in front of her had asked a question. Right. Answer Tressie, answer. "Tressie, I mean, Tresrissa... Mine Hall Holder." Shards she hated that wanting to throw up every second meant her bubbly nature was slowly being popped away.

She wanted to keep talking, to tell him that really she was feeling just a little sick, and if he could just give her some strong tea and send her to a bed then she would be home in no time. But she had to turn her head to eject into the bucket instead. A disgusted pout on her face when she remerged, brow damp and pale.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #17 on: July 17, 2018, 10:43:00 PM »
"Yes Sir." Elrethra said, slightly relieved that she wasn't going to be relegated to fetching and handing duty on such a busy day. It wasn't often that they had such an extreme event to break the mould, but healers always turned up the heat just a little bit to get everything done.

Stepping forward, she gestured to the next woman in line and the seat to one side. "You're next." El could see the woman's throat moving repeatedly, apparently trying to contain whatever was trying to get itself up, and she cast a keen eye across the woman's face. Eyes a little dull, face a little flushed, either this woman was actually sick, or she just had a very sympathetic stomach.

This might actually be exciting.

"Name and profession ma'am?" The woman look familiar, and it took Elrethra only a little while to place the golden hair and freckle dusted skin. The two had been apprentices together once, but it was unsurprising El hadn't recognised the woman at first glance. Elrethra had been in the healer hall for long enough to see many people come and go from the hall. Regardless, El never forgot a pretty face, and was certain she hadn't seen this one around the apprentice dorms in Southern Winds Weyr.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #18 on: July 18, 2018, 10:58:27 PM »
There was a vague sense of recognition to her and as a result, for at least half a moment Sionann had just not registered the questions "...sorry, I..." she swallowed and tried to think about the kind of thing that she needed to think about in order to answer. They weren't hard questions but for some reason, she really couldn't put together a coherent answer.

"I'm Sionann, I am a candidate, I was an apprentice Healer" she finally managed to get the words out and hoping that it would be enough. She felt increasingly ill, although she didn't really think that it was the kind of thing that would be possible. Mostly because Sionann had already felt seriously bad in the first place, that was why she was here after all "Don't... do I know you?" she was not always great with putting names to faces but that didn't mean that she didn't remember it just took a little longer for that to come together.

And with being sick that was even harder and a little bit longer as well.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #19 on: July 19, 2018, 04:35:31 PM »
Ohhhh. Now that filled in the rest of Elrethra's blanks. Sionann had left after being searched. She managed the contain the wrinkling of her nose at that idea. Why would you leave the Healer Hall, for the chance to impress to a dragon, when only really half of them did anything useful anymore. It wasn't like there was any thread left to sear.

"I'm sure we'd probably seen each other around in the dorms when you were here." She said halfheartedly, a little less interested in the woman now that all the pieces had clicked into place. "So I'm going to have you give me your wrist if that's okay." Waiting and watching the woman's movements, before placing her fingers on her beating pulse, counting and waiting as she did so.

She was struggling with words, struggling to put together sentences, that an her slightly elevated heartrate meant they most likely had a case of Flush Fever. There were just a few more things she had to check to make sure.

Placing her hand on the woman's forehead to check her temperature she continued with her questions. "Have you experienced any headaches, vomiting or muscle and joint pain?" Temperature was a little high as well. Quickly and efficiently she began to scan for the telltale rash.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #20 on: July 24, 2018, 11:02:06 AM »
She had no idea what was going through the other woman's mind, even if that had been the case Sionann wasn't really in much of a position to really offer an opinion on the subject, as the turns had passed and there had been no Impression Sionann had started to believe that there never would be one and that was something that made her wonder about the wisdom of choosing to go when she'd been Searched in the first place. Still, she was aware that it was a choice she had to live with now.

Even though she didn't have any idea she still tried to figure out whether they'd ever really talked or even spending time in learning at the same time "Yes. All of it" she murmured, there had also been some itching but as far as the rash went, it was centered mostly on her belly and her upper arms but Sionann hadn't really been paying any kind of attention to that addition, the pain and nausea had been more than enough to make it very clear that she needed to come down and at least be checked over to remove the possibility of it being this flush-fever that had affected the Weyr.

Sionann had started to wonder if perhaps she should look at becoming more of a dragonhealer, it wouldn't be the same but at least it would merge the two passions in her life - that had been what she'd planned but there was still no dragon.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #21 on: July 27, 2018, 11:35:48 AM »
Niph made a note of the woman’s responses on the tablet, in addition to her obvious symptoms of nausea and vomiting, and simply waited while she made use of the bucket the apprentice had handed her. His actions might have been interpreted as polite—since patients were usually embarrassed about such things in front of others—but in reality it was just pragmatism. He could hardly ask her further questions or examine her at the same time.

Once she seemed to have recovered, he told her, “I’ll need your wrist to take your pulse.” He pressed his fingertips just below her hand once she offered it, silent for the moments that he counted. As he’d suspected, her heartbeat was high too, far quicker than it should have been and almost fluttering. Another note to be made on the tablet before he addressed her again.

“Have you had headaches and joint pain as well?” Niphredon’s voice was as crisp and clear as ever, but he did slow his words for her benefit too. Many of the more seriously ill patients he’d seen were exhibiting the typical sluggish cognition also common to a fever. It seemed clear to him that this woman, Tresrissa, had one as well; but thorough as ever, he did press the back of his hand to her forehead to take an approximation of her temperature.

Yes, she was definitely feverish.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #22 on: July 30, 2018, 03:11:57 AM »
"Okay then." She said, trying to pull from her bedside manner lessons the soothing healer tone she had so carefully tried to cultivate. The stern one, the one that was supposed to pierce through any kind of illness related issues? Yeah, Elrethra had had that one down pat from the beginning, but she'd certainly had a few frank conversations with her instructors that she needed to work on her... nice healer side.

Making a few notes on the tablet, which was putting Sionann even more firmly into the 'definite flush fever category' she spoke again. "How long ago did you notice any of your symptoms, and have you recognised a rash?"

Hopefully with that last lot of questions, Elrethra would have an idea of the length of the patient's prodromal phase, before Sionann reached the peak of her infection. The earlier on in the progress of the disease, the better chance they would have at treating it. She was hopeful to be sure. Sionann didn't seem completely incapacitated by the disease yet, and she had none of the signs of the post-fever complications they would usually be worried about in someone her age.

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #23 on: July 30, 2018, 03:23:09 AM »
His fingers were cool on her wrist. A welcome change from the flush which had crept over her body. Shards, now I know why they call it Flush Fever. She thought weakly, giggling a little out loud at her own joke, not recognising how strange the action would look.

"Erm. Yes headache." She hadn't thought much of it at the time, she wasn't unfamiliar with headaches, frequently forgetting to drink water and keep herself hydrated while she was out and about. Usually coming back to the family cave with a little bit of a headache. It was only until he asked about the joint pain that she looked down at her hands, wiggling her fingers a little bit and realising they were aching, wiggle or no wiggle. "Apparently yes to the joint pain too." It seemed in the face of her nausea and overheating, Tressie hadn't so much as noticed the aches creeping through her body. Ugh, illness was so gross.

He was very concise, she realised. His hands were cold too. She supposed that was a good thing for Healers to have, cold hands. Although, when their patient was cold... that would probably be a bad thing for healers to have. She wondered if he warmed his hands up when the patients were cold.

"I've got this rash too!" She said suddenly, having forgotten the reason why she'd finally gone to the healers in the first place. Woozily she lifted up the hem of her shirt, revealing the rash which she had painstakingly avoided itching, spreading from below the waistband of her pants, and up across her ribcage.

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@SirAlahn here you go

You're also more than welcome to make up anything medically on Tressie that you wish and I'll roll with it. So don't feel like you have to wait for me if you want to find/do something interesting. I give you/Niph free reign.

"Serious, potentially healer and family scaring, cause drama is fun, but ultimately not fatal, cause Tressie is too important to me."

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Re: How's Your Temperature? [ 29.3.2591; 8:25 AM ] || Event
« Reply #24 on: August 02, 2018, 02:01:27 AM »
It was hard to think clearly enough to manage a proper reply, well one that was actually involving words as opposed to groaning dramatically and ending up sounding like she was dying or felt like she was dying. Which wasn't entirely inaccurate as sensations were going. Sionann had a brief moment when she wondered if it was likely - would she die? Had this been her destiny? She wanted to know what it was to be with a dragon, not sick and feeling so bad.

She had to concentrate then, surely the Healers would be able to help "I errr I guess for a while, I mean I just thought it was nothing but with the...the announcement I wanted to get checked out" she murmured concentrating on getting the right words out and trying to make sense while she did that. The last thing she wanted to do was to end up needing to deal with missing something important that could prove to be important "...I think I saw something" she answered, trying to move around to show the Healer and then needed to stop as the room started to spin around again.

As long as she could avoid being sick things would be looking up.

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